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Tianmu Mountain.

Five years ago, it was a battlefield where the five major sects competed with the imperial court. On that occasion, the imperial court, which had experienced the rebellion of the world, was forced to endure, and the various sects won a big victory, gaining five years of uncontrolled respite.

And five years later, Tianmu Mountain has become the cemetery of the entire rivers and lakes.

After leaving the Martial Arts League, I rushed all the way to Tianmu Mountain.

Shaoxing 21st June Shuodan. This battle, which should have ended a long time ago, is belatedly arrived a year later.

At the western foot of Tianmu Mountain, there is the cemetery of Chen Boyang's younger brother Cheng Wenxuan.

Chen Boyang stood in front of Cheng Wenxuan's tomb. He was holding a golden silk seaskin knife in his hand, his back was vicissitudes, his body was withered, and he had been tortured by the Maha Bowl Temo mantra to the point that he had no human appearance.

"You're finally here. ”

Chen Boyang turned around. His skin was as white as white paper, without blood, and the skin on his neck had cracked in several places, faintly coagulated with blood scabs, which looked very terrifying.

"I've been waiting for you here since you arrived in Lin'an. I didn't expect you to be late, so you won't be able to follow until I make some noise. Hehe......" Chen Boyang smiled weirdly, like an old madman.

I was a little more angry, and I said, "You want me to come to you, a flying book is enough, why do you want to kill so many innocent people?"

Chen Boyang looked at his hands and said, "I don't want to either." But I couldn't help it, and when I saw someone, I thought of them as they died. ”

I said, "What about now? Do you want to see me die too?"

Chen Boyang stabbed me coldly and said with a smile: "You must die." I must die in front of my brother's grave!" With that, he picked up the seaskin knife and pounced on me, but it was not the martial arts of the Maha Bowl Temo mantra, but the authentic sword technique of the Kucang sect.

I pulled out my bloody sword and blocked it. The swords intertwined, bursting with endless power, knocking us both back eight feet.

I said, "The sword technique of the Kucang faction may not be able to win. ”

Chen Boyang sneered: "That's because you've never tried my sword technique. With that, he jumped up again, but before anyone arrived, the sword wind was already blowing in his face.

I resisted with my sword, but suddenly found that Chen Boyang's knife was like water and moon in a mirror, illusory and unpredictable. In a moment, Chen Boyang had already slashed out seven knives, and the knives were all false moves, and every time he blocked them, he shook them falsely.

I was shocked. At this time, Chen Boyang's internal strength was already very incomparable, and his body and pace became as fast as a ghost. I couldn't stab his real body with my moves, and in the blink of an eye, I only felt that there were seven or eight shadows of Chen Boyang around me, and more than a dozen golden lights fell above my head at the same time.

It's just a fight, and I'm already in a dead position.

It seems that Chen Boyang's words are not boasting, although these are all illusory shadows in front of me, but who dares to slack off? Because under such dazzling knife light, as long as a knife is really cut on the top of my head, I will never be alive. Chen Boyang burst into a confident and crazy laugh.

"Beware, help the master!" Ming Shaozhong reminded loudly in the dark.

This seems to be a powerful move, but it is a huge flaw. Because no matter how many shadows there are in front of me, only one is real.

Real moves can kill people, but illusory shadows can pass through.

As for whether it is false or real, it is up to fate.

I closed my eyes, flashed to the left, and easily rushed out of Chen Boyang's encirclement.

Chen Boyang was shocked and said, "You actually broke my sword formation." ”

I let out a long sigh of relief and thought to myself, seeing that the heavens were still on my side. Chen Boyang glared at me viciously, as if he was very angry at my behavior of breaking his sword technique.

The moment of disillusionment, the person

Emotions always erupt in a concentrated manner. Especially in Chen Boyang's crazy state, my actions will make him completely crazy.

Chen Boyang threw the seaskin knife and embedded it deep in the rock. He crossed his hands and said something crazy or a mantra. In short, for a moment, the surrounding wind suddenly rose, and Tianmu Mountain was like a cold winter, and there were faint snowflakes or ice crystals falling.

Chen Boyang's cracked body began to swell slightly, and as his body expanded, the wounds that had already scabbed gradually crumbled. I seemed to hear the sound of his skin cracking open, and I couldn't help but feel pain all over my body.

The cracked skin was bleeding, and the blood quickly froze into ice crystals, and then the cracks in the skin continued to expand, and the blood continued to dwell and coagulate...... Soon, Chen Boyang, who was withered, turned into a fat man who looked like Situ Qingchen, but at this time, his body was covered with many cracks, almost to the extent that his body was incomplete.

Suddenly, a red light flashed behind Chen Boyang.

A huge lotus flower, a red lotus, slowly bloomed......

When I was horrified, the lotus flower actually devoured Chen Boyang whole. Immediately, I saw terrifying red light burst out from the huge blood lotus flower all over the sky.

I lifted the Blood Sword and slashed it into a sword shield with a fast sword, blocking out those strange red lights.

The sword was so fast that it was impenetrable, but there was always a red light that passed through the slight gap that was inadvertently revealed, and when it hit me, it was a kind of cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Is this the final state of practicing the Mahaba Mantra?

His horror was far beyond my imagination.

The red light and the red light held each other, and the blood sword slowly struggled. It shook more and more violently, and I don't know how many times I was hit by the red light of the blood lotus.

Perhaps it was because I had already practiced the Mahabatama mantra, and although the red light that came into my body made me chill, it didn't hurt me very much.

I think that's probably the only way I can win.

I withdrew my bloody sword and clenched it in my hand, a dense red light like rain passing through my body. I felt like I was about to freeze.

I jumped to my feet, gathered all the strength of my hand in my palm, and pushed the Blood Sword into the huge red lotus.

"Shhh

It was as if a sharp blade had cut through flesh. The last red light shot out from the blood lotus and passed through my body, and I only felt that the blood flowing in my body had frozen at that moment, and it no longer flowed.

I wanted to breathe, but it felt like my chest was a hard stone that couldn't rise or fall.

I wanted to land smoothly, but my feet didn't listen to me at all, and no matter what light steps flashed through my head, I couldn't do it.

I realized that I had been frozen.

I saw the huge red lotus flower dissipate like a gust of wind blowing away the mist.

I saw a shriveled Chen Boyang kneeling on the ground, a scarlet sword piercing his chest.

I know he's not going to live.

Countless waves of sound were set off in the surrounding woods, as dense as the "rustle" sound of the wind blowing through the trees, like a thunderbolt splitting the stone wall.

Dense crowds of people poured towards me from the dense forest below the mountain like ants that would temporarily move their nests in a rainstorm.

At the front of those people, I saw many familiar faces, they came from various sects, and they were all people with whom I had met or had several confrontations over the years. But there is one person I can see most clearly, and he is easy to be careful.

He was dressed in unstained white and had a starry sword. He ran to the front

, kept issuing orders behind him, like the leader of the martial arts alliance.

He finally got his wish.

At this time, Chen Boyang was still kneeling motionless on the ground, and the bloody sword passed through his chest, but it supported his body from falling.

"You, you're still ...... Win ......" Chen Boyang seemed to regain consciousness, with blood in his mouth, but with a relieved smile, he said, "But, but...... We...... All lost. ”

I want to tell him that defeating him is enough.

But it was as if his mouth was frozen, and his throat was frozen, and he couldn't even make a sound.

Chen Boyang had reached the end of the oil, but his hand held the hilt of the bloody sword. He looked at the blood and smiled again: "I think, I can't think of it...... You, you and he are really different. You, you're right, sword...... There is no good or evil, just ...... The human heart...... Different. ”

"Wow". The Blood Sword was pulled out of his chest by Chen Boyang. Blood spurted out of his chest like a waterfall, and he gritted his teeth tightly, enduring the pain of the sword being pulled out of his chest without making a sound, just to throw the bloody sword back in front of me with the last of his strength.

And then. A gentle wind blew over, and the head of the Kucang faction who used to hold the golden silk seaskin knife, Chen Boyang, who was still using the power of the Devil May Cry God a moment ago, was gently swept away by the wind like a dead grass in late autumn and fell to the ground.

2.

Perhaps, Chen Boyang really realized something. That's why he desperately threw the bloody sword back in front of me.

But what's the use?

He's dead. And I'm just on the verge of dying, waiting for death to come. He threw the sword back to me, did he still hope that I could withstand the mighty crowd in the distance at this time?

That's it.

I don't care anymore.

I want to close my eyes and wait quietly for death. But sadly, even the eyelids are frozen. It's really sad, I have obviously accepted it calmly, but God wants me to die, and I can't turn a blind eye.

The crowd was already close to me. I saw that the blade of the sword was already pointed at me. He had a smug smile on his lips, as if to show me off — and he did.

Eight feet away, Yi carefully jumped into the air, the sword in his hand emitting a dazzling light, shaking my eyes for a while. Then, with a sharp turn, the tip of his sword went straight to my chest.

Perhaps, death is not so terrible. But watching how I died does make me shudder.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to plunge into my chest, I suddenly felt myself move backwards.

Yi Cautious's sword slammed into the ground with a "dang". The sparks that popped out of the cracks in the stones splashed on my face, and there was a slight pain.

Yi Xianxing's face was full of surprise, and he quickly withdrew his sword and stabbed at me again.

The sword still hasn't been stabbed.

"What person?!" Yi Jing was shocked and angry, and shouted with his sword.

A burst of Lang Lang's laughter came, and the sound seemed to come from all directions at the same time. Or maybe someone is moving at such a fast speed that it's impossible to discern the direction at all.

Suddenly, a red light flashed.

As if it was alive, the Blood Mangsword flew into the air and slashed down at Yi Cautious's head.

Yi was startled and hurriedly waved the sword in his hand.

"Click". Yi Careful's sword was actually split into two pieces by the blood. He reacted sharply, leaning on one side, blood slashing from the front of his face, shaving off a strand of hair.

The laughter rang out again. I couldn't see behind me, I just felt like I was being dragged by a hand, and I was hurting backwards, backwards, into the deep jungle.